Southwest Junior High poetry entries

She has,Blue eyes,Brown hair.She is in,The same grade,As you,Always looking,Never talking,You see her one.Day,Never againYour first love moves,Before you ask,a simple question,You fell in love.Not many times.Not just once.Not just twice,Love is only one.Love can't be Played with,Like a toy.Fell in love once.Nevermore.Will you love theSame way!-Dustin Little, SWJHS

DREAMSWhen I'm sadI try to make myself gladby putting my dreamson paper with inkI dream of ponies ridingthough the tall prairie grassand of hawks flying in athunder storm towards thehorizon.and of me,going into and out of time.I dream of crystals,that glint in the sun.I dream of the breeze,blowing the cottowoods in theforest.I dream of TerraWith the golden hair, and thebeutiful eyes, those deep, deepeyes.In my dream I tell her howI feel.But when I don't dream I can'ttell her.I know dreams are not real butthey are the wonders of theworld.-James Poston, SWJHS